Meta-headcanon: Maura answers Jane’s question of ‘What if JTam and the other writers try to keep us from being canon?’
Poor Frankie’s stuck between, “God, why me?” and “Yes, and by the way, you’re the ONLY one confused about this…” ;)
Jane’s hands went naturally on maura’s. Her all beaten and scarred hands who’ve been through a lot. Too damaged says one, damaged for good, says other. But those ugly hands were helping her all along. They were dancing with each other on the keyboard. The touch was almost intoxicating.
Maura would lay back a bit against her, wife, close dher eyes and let herself feel. That earned her a chuckle from Jane who doesn’t stop playing.
“You are not concentrate.”
Then, she started humming. And Maura couldn’t focus on anything anymore. She was being transported into another wolrd. Safely, in those strong arms all around her.
Jane doesn’t mind. She kept singing and playing through the song, just like that. Maura resting against her. In their bubble of love.
Angela is on the case! I don’t think we have anything to worry about…
“You killed for her?”
“”I would have done anything for her… But so would he. They’re True Love, you know?”
This breaks my heart a little
ok,a lotevery time I see it. It makes me want to just hug Maura. Or watch scenes where Jane hugs her.
“Do you ever think about it?”
…the words slipped trough her lips in a warm wine scented breath…
Closing her eyes, Maura relived those moments again… the wine… their conversation… Jane’s lips on hers. On her neck. On her chest. Soft nibbles. Soft moans…
But Jane insisted that her and Maura should pretend nothing happened and move on with their lives… Maura had no other choice but to agree not to talk about it again… She tried to convince herself that time is a healer, and sometimes, somethings are sweeter in history.
As much as Maura tried to pretend nothing happened… it has… and it’s not about what actually happened then but what happened in Maura’s mind afterward.. everything made sense. She knew she had always admired Jane even in a physical sense but she never realized she had such complex feelings for her best friend.
And Jane… with all her stubborness and cold exterior… she couldn’t deny herself the feelings she grew for Maura… but it was impossible. She kept telling herself that it was the wine and the heat of the moment, until she found herself comparing every potential partner to her best friend. No one was as great as Maura. No one was as caring and selfless. No one loved her like Maura. So when the blonde M.E. asked that question… the shivers running through Jane’s back and knees didn’t let her hide the truth anymore…
“All the time.”
A Swan Queen family walk.
THIS IS ANOTHER ONE TO GET OVER 3,000!
NEVER GETS OLD!
Reblogging this instead.